Pooping women

Yes, this is a GENUINE question. I want to know if other people, doesn’t matter the gender, have met men who are none of the above.
I’m 24F and I have only been in one relationship in my life and it was with my ex of 6 1/2 years. We have a 2 year old together. One of the biggest points of contention throughout our relationship was his porn habits and constantly following women on every form of social media. I do not mind if a guy casually watches porn, we all have needs but it’s the fact that his manifested into so many aspects of his life and it did create a deep insecurity in our relationship. Personally, I don’t watch much porn because I find it boring and not very stimulating compared to just thinking of my partner, you know? But maybe this is because I am unable to enjoy sex with someone unless we have an emotional bond. For men i understand from a biological standpoint why their minds are more sexual but still, at some point I feel like it becomes TOO much.
For example, my ex followed many many many models and SWs, especially when only fans blew up a couple of years ago. He would always watch those skits on YouTube that were comedy mixed with sexual undertones, with a ton of different attractive women. He also likes watching the fanbus interviews and any kind of interview where a woman is being interviewed about sex. It’s like his mind is always thinking about sex and women. This is not normal, right? Can someone please just tell me there are men out there with healthy relationships with porn?
I always see snarky comments from men when this subject comes up, they are so quick to label a woman as insecure and that was something my ex did to me frequently. Instead of owning up to how his behavior made me feel, he deflected and said I was “tripping” and called me insecure and jealous. Is it not normal to start to feel an insecurity when your partner is taking in so much sexual content on a daily basis? When he is seeing so many different types of women he finds sexually attractive on a daily basis? I don’t feel like it’s insane to imagine someone becoming insecure from this especially when their partner deflects and gives no security.
Many things fell apart in our relationship, but what made me break up with him is finding his hidden twitter porn account. He made it in April of 2023 and by December of 2023 when I found it, he had followed 800+ accounts. That’s baffling. And what’s sad is during this time period, before I knew about it, I asked him if he had a twitter porn account out of curiosity because at one point TikTok kept talking about twitter porn. Especially on SW pages, comments like “the twitter is crazy”. In the back of my mind, no matter how much he told me he wasn’t watching porn (we had established that he had an addiction and that there is no “healthy” amount for him to watch, he needed to break the addiction first) I still knew in the back of my mind that he was. He told me after our breakup that it was like a habit for him, it felt natural. He would do it inbetween games, when he was bored, when he was pooping, basically any time. It wasn’t just brought on from him being horny. This is STRANGE, right? Am I crazy?
I just don’t want to feel this kind of heartbreak and insecurity again. I’m not saying I wouldn’t want a man to EVER watch porn, I’m not religious or a prude, but I just want someone with a healthy relationship with porn and who isn’t a pervert. Like come on, even the anime my ex watched had to be a harem or sexual in some way for him to watch it.
Side note: I’m not saying if you’re religious you automatically don’t believe in watching porn, I’m just adding context to show that I do not have outrageous views (like some extreme religious people have).
Edit: I need to clear some things up here, since more context is needed based off the replies I’ve received already. 1. I am not a “prude” or uptight or believe I’m better than anyone. I have sexual thoughts and perverted thoughts just like the next person. And I don’t like “vanilla” sex or whatever you envision a prude to be like in your mind.

1. I used perverted too loosely here. Everyone has perverted thoughts. I’m talking about extremes.
   
2. If you’re offended that I’m singling out men here… this is a subreddit about dating and I am asking advice so guess what, I’m not going to ask about another gender! Also, historically men have oversexualized women and over sexualized EVERYTHING. Just take a look at history, please. Don’t bother responding if you’re a menist, or a “not all men type”. If you can’t see that there is an issue with the way sexual content is thrown in our faces and catered to men, then you are either delusional or just uneducated. Which is okay. Just do some research.
   
3. I don’t have high standards or extreme standards for the people I date. This is just the one boundary I set because of my experiences with my ex as well as just being a woman in a society where women are held to high standards sexually.
   
4. Believe it or not this IS a genuine question. This is not meant to be a man-bashing post or even a post to bash my ex. I brought him up to discuss my experience and give context. Porn addiction is real, just like being addicted to social media or your phone. I have heard so many disgusting comments come out of the mouths of so many men in my life, so yes I would truly like to know other peoples experiences. Again I have been with one person, I do not have much experience to go off of.
   

Maybe take some time to actually read my post before becoming a keyboard warrior ready to bash me just because you’re offended anytime you hear a negative comment about men.

this is my first pregnancy and accidental at that, i’m only 19 but i’m 6w6d and i’m experiencing morning sickness basically all day, i wake up at about 5-6 am and it just doesn’t stop. i poop and throw up as much as i can but it just never ends. it’s almost 2 pm now and i’m absolutely bed ridden. my stomach is killing me, not like cramps though. i can’t really eat because i’m so nauseous and on top of all of that the dad tells me im being dramatic and im only sick because i “smoke.” i haven’t smoked or drank or done anything since finding out im pregnant and honestly i just don’t rly see how it could be from smoking? i just really need advice becusse im alone in this situation and i don’t have anyone women i can ask. how do manage my morning sickness? is it normal for it to last almost all day? (5 am until 3 or 4 o clock) i just don’t know what to do anymore.

All names have been changed to protect everyone’s info. When this happened I was 21.
Long one so buckle up! So I (21f at the time) met this girl we’ll call Amy. I met Amy volunteering at a library where she just ordered people on what to do, despite only being a volunteer herself, not a librarian. Anyway… only after 7 months of knowing her she dates this guy, (we’ll call him Ben) and gets engaged within two months because she was pregnant. I kid you not, she married this guy 3 months after meeting him. I thought that was a questionable choice, but was not confrontational.
When my then fiancé and I went on a double date with Amy and Ben, Ben was nice. My fiancé loved hanging out with him due to similarities in hobbies. After dinner in bed, my fiancé is on his computer and trying to add Ben on Facebook. After searching his name up and trying nicknames and full names, we find a FRICKIN ARTICLE about how this dude slly a*ted women. I was shocked and sent the link to my Amy, worried for her. She replies with “Don’t worry, I know! He’s a changed man!! I can’t have my baby with no daddy!” Literally that, with some other stuff. Keep in mind he was only charged 2 years ago with barely any punishment. (It didn’t say exactly on the article) I, decided to leave it at that but told Amy that if she needs me, she can text or call anytime and I can help.
Fast forward to when Amy becomes a bridezilla…
Amy asks me to be her MOH! Not a BM, (not baby mamas auntie charlotte 🤭) a MOH!! And my fiancé was asked to be a best man. I accepted because Amy and I were pretty close. As soon as I accept, Amy clicks a switch. She informed me as a MOH I should be paying for the catering, BM dresses, and HER dress. As well as the Air BNB for a resort area in Hawaii! I told her that I would be willing to pay for catering and the BM dress, as well as mine (my fiancé and I were pretty well off, he said it would fine to do so.) just the total of those things would have been almost 3,000 dollars. (1,500 for dresses and 1,500 for food) she tells me that she needs help because she’s pregnant and can’t work. Amy was 2 months pregnant and worked part time at a desk. I tell her I’m sorry, but 10k quite a bit. She huffs and puffs but gets over it.
ONE DAY before the wedding we are rehearsing. It’s going well, until Amy tells me I need to change the menu for food and the BM dresses. I was shocked and asked why to which she said the menu we had now was not trendy enough and she liked a new color for the dresses. I inform her that I can’t make that happen with adjustments with the dresses and we already had the food in a freezer. Amy gets LIVID. Saying how she’s done soo much for me by being my friend and she can’t afford to change the menu. Like okay then don’t do it girl. Her fiancé took her home. I got a text from her saying how she sooo pregnant (as in 2-3 months) and she just gets cranky sometimes. More like delusional (not even delulu).
Day of the wedding comes and I see the cream white BM dresses an olive/baby poop green.I was shocked and asked Amy what happened. She said she dyed them the color she wanted them! I was surprised but didn’t bother her about it because it was her wedding. 20 minutes later, she asks if I can do her and her BMs makeup. I asked where the makeup artist was and she said she cancelled them to save herself some money. I told her I don’t do very good make up and I only do simple make up and she’s like oh OK sure do it good though. So I do 5 full faces of makeup including mine. By the time that’s done I’m exhausted mentally and we have 2 hours until the ceremony. I go to find Amy’s dress and can’t so I ask her where it is. This MF tells me I was to buy it!! I tell her I bought mine and the BMs dresses. Amy starts freaking out and lashing out on me. I tell her to calm down and I can get a white party dress if mine (looks like it could be for a wedding) and it will still look great in her. She goes “Ooh nice I don’t have to charge anyone for me renting a dress” and I’m like gurl.
Ceremony comes without too much trouble… until.
I have this teenage cousin (15-16f) of Amy who tells me Ben has been trying to get him and her alone. This poor girl we’ll call Carla was having a panic attack so my fiancé (he’s a psychologist) calms her down quickly and has her explain the situation to Amy hoping Amy will know what to do. What does Amy decide to do? To tell Carla she is a liar and Ben is too perfect to want a DISGUSTING LITTLE GIRL LIKE HER. This is when I had enough and tell Amy that that was horrible of her and I will be leaving with Carla and her accompanying people. Amy scoffs at me and just goes back to the crowd to look like the perfect wife and person in front of everyone.
I eventually was able to completely cut off ties with Amy and her family. Ben is now in jail or was and Amy now has a drug addiction (probably from the help of Ben) with her parents raising her kid to keep him safe.
That is my tea. (Sorry it’s so long and if there are spelling mistakes)

FTM Looking for some first hand experience/knowledge with Infant dyschezia? I suspect my 2wk+2day has this. From what I read it’s common and there really isnt much to do for it.
My baby is exclusively breastfed we were supplementing with a bottle (just my breast milk) a few times a day to make sure she was getting enough because she went from 6lbs 8oz to 5lbs 14oz but after seeing a lactation consultant we found out she was getting plenty just from breast and she’s almost back at birth weight.
She has normal breast fed baby poop. Slightly runny, seedy and mustard yellow. She toots a lot and just about every time she does it’s basically a shart. Sometimes she’ll grunt in her sleep and move her legs. But about 1-2x a day she will wail and cry so hard she turns red and can barely catch her breath. It took me a minute to figure out what was happening, usually this happens during a diaper change. And I’ll wipe as she poops out small bits and she will reach a point where she’s crying so hard she then is able to poop this large amount and her crying slowly stops. Rn she has a yeast infection on her bum so I don’t use wipes instead I take her to the sink under warm water and wash her bum so normally she ends up pooping the great big poop in the sink.
I’ve tried massaging her tummy in all the special ways and she seems to hate that more. I’ve tried bicycle kicks and she usually jerks her feet from me and does her own in a very violently strong way for a newborn imo. During her crying I tried to use a pacifier but I feel that distracts her and she ends up not being able to poop. I basically just end up talking to her in a sweet manner and telling her how sorry I am for this cause it looks painful and really it just worries me that she’s gonna pass out from crying so hard.
Some people have told me I’m obsessing over her pooping but I’m not I just know how she’s behaving isn’t normal but perhaps it is if it’s infant dyschezia? None of the women that have had babies recall or had babies that acted like this. And rn I’m main person caring for her and spending the most time with her so I feel like I sorta know my baby and can read her well enough to know she’s straining hard to poop even tho she’s not constipated. After these fits she’s usually hungry or just wants breast for comfort. She’s a very easy going baby she only whines and cries if she needs fed or cleaned or if she’s lonely and wants to be held. Other than that she sleeps or just quietly hangs out next to me or in my arms or someone else’s. And then the only time she screams and cries is during these big bowel movement times.
When we meet with our pediatrician I plan on asking/telling them anyways about this but I wanted others thoughts and opinions. Thank you!

Greetings -
I am 43F, 5'9" 157 lbs, caucastion, large-ish bone structure. Current meds (taken the same ones for a number of years): adderall, bupropion, vestura. My problem pre-dates these medicines.
I have had slow GI movement since childhood. It bothers me because I often feel uncomfortable and bloated. Sometimes it's hard to pass anything. Hoping for some direction on speeding up GI movement, possibly for recommendations on books on the topic. I do not want prescription meds.
The issues with slow GI movement compounded when I gained quite a bit of weight as I crept towards my 40s. I decided to do something about my weight and size, so I embarked on a relatively rigid diet, vitamin/supplement, and exercise program. I lost over 90 pounds (yay). Even though I made great strides in decreasing my size and improving my general health, I still have slow GI movement! I am at a loss. If I want things to "move" I have to take exceptionally large amounts of magnesium. I'm talking between 1250-2000 mg in a day. Even in amounts that high I do not get diarrhea. I have never taken laxatives or stool softeners on a regular basis.
Yes, I have seen doctors about this. The doctors I see give me confused looks and don't have many answers for me because I eat right, exercise, drink lots of water, my weight and BMI are good, and my labs are excellent.
I just want to poop like a normal person and not feel bloated. :(
Here is a summary of my lifestyle:

• I started to use a food tracker app so I can stay within calorie/macro goals. I can tell you everything I have eaten/drank every single day of last 16 months.
• Weight loss was a journey - I played with my macros for months until I found a ratio that worked for me. My maintenance-weight macros are in the neighborhood of 40% fat, 35% protein, 25% carbs.
• I initially restricted calories to support weight loss but am now maintaining current weight with approximately 1500 calories per day.
• I take in about 3 liters of water per day.
• I do not eat gluten/bread - I don't have celiac's disease or gluten sensitivity. I did this because I found that eliminating gluten encouraged me to eat less carbs/less snacks.
• I rarely eat processed foods/things that come in a box or a package. I also tend not to eat at restaurants because it gets expensive.
• I do consume dairy products, including milk and cheese, but not in large quantities. I tried to eliminate dairy at times over the last few years and saw no difference with GI problems.
• I do moderate intensity cardio 5x per week and light weightlifting 2-3 times a week.
• I work a desk job, so getting steps AND a workout in is sometimes a challenge, but I try to get at least 5 thousand a day in addition to my workout.

Here are the supplements I can confirm I have taken for approximately the last three years, their amounts per day, and their purpose:
astaxanthin12 mgheart and skin health resveratrol180 mgcholesterol quercetin1000 mg antioxidant / inflammation turmeric curcumin500 mginflammation evening primrose1000 mginflammation niacin1000 mgcholesterol vitamin D310000 iubone health, immune function super Kvariousblood/bone health nmn1000 mgcellular repair women's probiotic 40 million digestion
The only thing I know I'm allergic to is Ashwagandha, an herb in many women's multivitamin supplements. Found that one out the hard way.
My labs are excellent - every measure is within range.
I welcome your thoughts.

Heard it during a commute months ago, Has a catchy tune, possibly 90s or 00s, rnb song, sang by a couple of women (maybe 2 or 3 singers during the chorus)... and what i can somehow understand from the lyrics were; "all got the money, falling from the trees." or "all got the money, growing from the fields." -Somewhere along those lines. I could be absolutely wrong.
I just remembered this song while pooping and i can't find it while in the crapper because i don't know the lyrics. I hope to find it if it exists, if it doesn't, then that's that. Thanks.

I am kind of in the middle of this whole abortion situation. I have seen many people who were born as a result of unfortunate circumstances but they have worked through it and achieved the life they dreamed. Therefore when people argue "What if the family is poor" or "What if it was a result of rape" is not entirely valid.
But if we take a step back and see it from a bigger angle, who is suffering? The mother.
Pregnancy is not as easy as they show it to be, people who gave birth vaginally often get 2nd-3rd degree tears(literally a cut from the vagina to the anus ) they can't even poop or pee without experiencing a lot of pain. Let's us not forget how many times the medical industry disregards the pain of the mothers often denying them pain meds, There are countless cases where the epidural failed and the concerns of the mothers were considered an 'overreaction'. if we see after giving birth a mother goes through a lot of mental stress and postpartum depression.
giving birth is fucking expensive(Giving birth costs $18,865 on average)and taking care of a child with education and all is even more.
ALL of this is just the tip of the iceburg.
So we are basically ruining a life trying to save another life, goes against the main principle of pro-life.
And liberty of abortion is also not good as it encourages unprotected and unsafe sex. Cause even if you do get pregnant, Whats the big deal you can always abort it.
In the underdeveloped countries it may be used to abort female(Female foeticide) because of radical cultural beliefs.
Taking into consideration off all the prospects of before and after pregnancy abortion should be permitted but restrictions should be imposed to prevent its misusage
(This is a personal opinion)
**Edit:** I know went crazy with this, and i could have used a better set of words to advertise my opinion/concern.
I am proud of the mothers here who have handled it with grace.
***Motherhood does not ruin life, But we don't have a society fit for the survival of ALL mothers out there.*** Many of us here are privileged enough to live the life we have and most out there don't. I know its not always the case but how do you expect someone to fend for another when they don't even make enough for themselves?
***For something to be considered alive/living/a life it should be able to carry on life processes such as movement, respiration, growth, and responsiveness to environmental stimuli on its OWN.**\* So its not 'murder'. The mother's body is responsible for its growth and should be given the choice
A mother has to take care of her future and the future of another. And our current world isn't in a state where every mother and child can be guaranteed basic life requirements. Such a world isnt even remotely possible. But tech is advancing very fast and there will always be a better way to take an abortion and we cant prevent it. I hope that in the future amends are made so that women dont have to consider an abortion.
I have a loving mom and she is amazing at it, but I also have an aunt who got married very young and could not continue her studies bc she got pregnant at 19 (it was an arranged marriage)

So I’m 23 years old and was diagnosed with endometriosis through laparoscopy and also had an ablation of the lesions about 9 months ago. About 2 weeks ago my uterus started to feel heavy and like it was being tugged downward. And there’s a a lot of pressure on my entire pelvic region. I’ve also been having the urge to pee a lot but i usually have to strain to actually start a stream and when I do it’s usually not much. Also, while I’m urinating or pooping, it feels like my vagina and uterus are being pulled down and when I check down there, I can feel a little bulge and my cervix is half an itch from my vaginal opening. It also happens when I squat or when I stand too long. When I’m laying down, it’s retracts back and feels almost normal besides the sides of my vagina feeling more puffy I’m going to see a gyn next week but I just wanted to get opinions from women that have experienced it Some more info that could be important is that my mother was also diagnosed with adenomyosis as well and endometriosis recently. She also had a uterine prolapse and her doctors told her that because adenomyosis causes excessive heaviness of the uterus that it was cause of her prolapse. I have all the symptoms of adenomyosis but unfortunately the only way to properly diagnose it is to have a hysterectomy and have the uterine tissue analyzed, which I am NOT against, I have no desire to have a children but I’m worried about them not wanting to preform one on me being so young without kids.

I want to post a sign in my yard that reads “No dog pooping allowed”
I have a neighbor who is a crazy older Italian women. The other neighbors have told me she walks her dog in my yard and goes into the porches and tries to look into the house.
She’s letting her dog poop where ever it feels like it.
I realize the sign is passive/aggressive but confronting will cause more problems - there’s more to her issues as a neighbor!

You ever see a cat or rabbit give birth? Usually it's done with ease and less than 30 minutes. For them it's just like taking a large poop.
Now, human birth is horrific. Firstly, because we are bipedal, the hips are more narrow, making it harder for a baby to fit through and even then, most human babies are born * early * and helpless because if they came out any latet it would be 100% fatal.
Secondly, the human baby's head is massive, combine this with narrow hips of the mother and you get one of the most painful, difficult and risky births in the natural world.
But now we have assistance and medical care, but before this, death by childbirth was the 2nd most common way for a person to die in all of human history! Only behind malaria! That is just shocking and honestly makes me feel ill. Like we shouldn't even be here as a species with these rates of mortality.
Did you know that wealthy women in the Victorian age would write their will when they found out they were pregnant?

Women are very complicated they have different opinions and different tastes in men. But one that stands out for them are bad boys. Why? Why do they go back to the same pile of poop. My friend for example. she has a boyfriend of 4 years (I hope she doesn’t see this) who has been on and off for years. He cheats,insults,her and just is al around bad. Why does she do this its. Not like this is the best she could get. why does she do this to herself?

Hello all!
TLDR: Boyfriend (33M) watches reels of women instead of sleeping with me (31F), What can I do to not let this bother me?
I’ve (31F) been with my boyfriend (33M) for almost 7 years. When we started out we were having lots of intimacy (sex, cuddling, etc.) but it wore off after about a year or two naturally. We went from having sex multiple times a day/more than 8+ times a week, to once every week, to every other week. He voiced that he was upset at the lack of intimacy so I tried to initiate more and things got a bit better.
A few years later he started a new job that took a heavy toll on our sex life. He was very stressed with work so of course wasn’t in the mood as much as before, which was fine! I have toys and he would hang with some neighbors in the garage to let off steam and I got my rocks off in the bedroom, no worries there. Things continued to get even more stressful (sex was now once a month) and then he quit his job.
Covid started and he and his dad opened a family business that I work for. Since then sex has been once every few months and I feel like I’m drowning, it’s been like this for a couple of years. Granted, owning and running a business are really hard, but it would be nice to feel appreciated a bit more. He used to compliment me all the time and that is a very rare occasion now. I gained some weight during Covid but have worked really hard and now am smaller than I was when we met (5,0 110lbs). I’ve expressed a desire to have more sex and every time he says it’s because I’m always arguing with him. I’ve explained that I only argue because I’m upset all the time but it never really clicked until this past weekend when I explained that I would argue less if I wasn’t so pent up all the time. That seemed to click in his brain and since this weekend we’ve had sex twice, I came once which was nice, but still I want more! He also knows I’d love more. He knows I’m down to have sex every single day, morning and night, join me in the shower, flop me on the bed while I’m folding laundry, anything! He also used to be like this. He’d wake me up in the mornings and we’d have sex, come home from work have sex, etc.
So here’s my dilemma (besides wanting more sex lol) he’s watching reels of girls showing their boobs and *other stuff* all the time, not in front of me, but while in the bathroom in the mornings and in the bathrooms at work. In the mornings he gets up a couple of minutes before me and goes in the bathroom and watches videos (I’m assuming to ‘get off’ but maybe he’s just scrolling while pooping? idk) But he knows I’d be happy to be woken up to help! I just don’t get why he would go the bathroom instead. He also watches them when I’m doing arts and crafts in the other room or doing puzzles instead of coming in to tell me he’s horny. I would drop whatever I’m doing most of the time to go have sex, so I’m just confused.
The women he watches all have stick straight hair (mine is super curly) and have big fake boobs and butts which I don’t, 5.0 110 with a modest b cup and no ass. Should I try doing butt workouts so I have a larger bum? Mine is absolutely as flat as cardboard, if I flex my booty it concaves inward, I kid you not. It’s an anti-butt. Or straighten my hair more? I can't grow boobs or I would.
I just don’t know what to do. I know I shouldn’t compare myself to others but it’s really hard not to when he still seems to not actually want me. Or is it normal for guys to watch stuff like that throughout the day?
Anyone have any advice or been in this boat? Thank you for your replies!!
TLDR: Boyfriend (33M) watches reels of women instead of sleeping with me (31F), What can I do to not let this bother me?

SABOTAGE?! And it all started out as such a nice idea… A cliche as tall as my ex-roommate’s erection live-blending Kelly Bundy Mike Kelley and Ted Bundy parafernalia wearing blondes to the sound of gekko’s mating in the Amazon. Cut the bullshit! There’s no such thing as a nice idea getting detourné by some smart art postpostsituationist pranker or right-wing gaswhitey flexfrat, no, my dear well-meaning peace dove friends, if an idea can gets turned into its opposite during its execution, it probably was flawed from the start! Sometimes people use Woodstock 99 - the limp dickshit rape and pillage slash and burn disaster edition - as an example of how a great, positive, wonderful, hell, holy idea can turn into the worst kind of evil in the hands of the wrong people. Well, dear naivopino’s, let me inform you: bull-shit! The whole idea of Woodstock, be it ’99, ’94, ’69 or 2219, is just batshit dumbwhat asking for the baddest kind of trouble right from the bat. Or, what? Do you honest-to-dogly think that during the original (I retrovulsely puke into my stomach even using that wretched word) edition of 1969 nothing was burned, stolen, no women were raped? What, just because there were no sperm dna tests, nigh to none options for women to speak up against sexual violence let alone the fact that speaking up against rape during that whole shitshebang of a weak acid trip’s campfire get-together was near to blasphemy in the hippie community means that no women were raped? Because men all of a sudden turned into meek little dickies lambs for three years from 1968 to ’71? Fuck that shit. Please. I don’t even want to spend a single move of a single digit of my old hands having to make anything about that largest circle jerk-off in history clear to you. Read your books. Do your homework. Anyway, that’s what I was thinking about when a friend told me recently about another of those so-called great ideas gone hilariously wrong in a little map smudge of a town in of all fucking places Belgium for chrissakes. Let me admit to you, right here and now, no smirk no smile on my face: I laughed so hard when I heard it I shat my new Calvins. Framed them afterwards, too, in a nice little Nielsen A2 birch. It’s sitting there, stinking the fuck out of my storage, waiting for a good stock market crash to come. Never underestimate the potential of the future art market gold rushes. My shit, my gold, bruv. So, these two clowns of artists in Belgium (are there any other there? don’t get me started on rené ma bite or marcel bread arse here!) had the ammazing idea to get themselves funded by the local government in this hamlet of three houses called Watou which apparently would be part of - ok, stop me here. Not in the history of mankind has ever ended a sentence well which tried to explain any aspect of Belgian politics, topography or whatever the call the thing there where a man rides a horse stark naked and bites the neck of living goose hanging from a tree? (See, that sentence didn’t end well either, did it, what’d I tell you? Cursed stuff!) Let’s try that again: two artists in the Belgian town of Watou had the splendid idea to organize a festive event, in the middle of summer, whereby all the people of this little village (if you’re thinking of blue skinned vikings charging Roman legionnaires in a berry-induced bad trip frenzy, well, so am I) for one day left their houses, dropped the key of their house in a transparant bowl on the town square and all went to the field adjacent to their village to well be (as in: not fornicate) together and thereby, if I had a press release I’d quote this from it: practiced a performative experiment in hospitality and neighborship where no fixed rules are applied. I’m guessing if you’re sensitive like I am to the finer things a life, you might as well start looking for your nearest Nielsen frame too by now, but hey: we haven’t even gotten to the joke yet! This was all the serious stuff. Let me summarise it even more briefly for you, just to get it out of my haemorrhoidical system: Imagine a village. Everyone leaves their house at the same time. Leaves their front door open. Drops the key to said door in a large bowl. Drifts into a field somewhere off to do fripp knows what (no rules applied, but probably: no fornication whatsoever.) Got the mental image? Good. Now get the fuck out of that dream and imagine any sad little teardrop of a town you know. Imagine who lives there. Imagine all the people you know who live in a town, or rather, fuck that, imagine all the people you know. Now imagine that some dogoodydoodydoobywah wants to “bring the people together again” and “mend the social bonds which had been broken by” yaddah yaddah yaddah. Okay? Now imagine the fucking assholes - they might even be you - who get they absolute mostest pleasure out of ruining the naive, well-intentioned ideas of others? You see what I see? The doodygoodoo is a bit all alone on his white ivory hilltowertop, right? All the others apparently prefer to start mayhem, to jinx other people’s efforts, to laugh - loud! - at their friends tripping over their own feet. No? You think in your ‘reality’ people are ‘decent’ and ‘rough diamonds’ or ‘deeper than you’d think they are’? Well, my dear, that paradisiacal odor you’re smelling all around you is the smell of your own shit cause you got your head up your ass! Listen and suffer! Because what happened in our not-just-proverbial Belgian village on that sunny morning in July… a couple of the townspeople - we’ll never know how many but I’m guessing almost everyone except for the government-funded, from-the-city hippie artists was in on the joke - had invited some acquaintances from the town next door to quietly enter the village while everyone was not-fornicating on the idyllic field, to take all the keys from the bowl, lay them on the train tracks which run along the town, flattening them to perfectly unusable little steel flabs and placing them back in the bowl. So when our supposedly resocialised townspeople entered their village that afternoon, ready to get their key, run to their house and close their door for at least the next 364 days, the immediately realised they couldn’t close their doors anymore. Total mayhem ensued. Men started chasing women, people pillaged their neighbours houses, children and adults alike pooped on all toothbrushes they could find, underwear was thrown into compost heaps, compost heaps were thrown into unlawful indoor spas, hundred thousands of untaxed euro piles were find inside old televisions and grandmas paintings. There was no stopping them. Housewifes hung themselves after their portrait, tits out and all, was found hanging above at least three beds in different houses. It was bad. Real bad. By the time news of this feast of anarchy and murder had spread to the nearest villages and the police arrived, the artists had of course long disappeared, no doubt to narrativise their failure into a story of experiment and learning and cash in a couple of fat pay checks.
And you know what the name was the artists had given their beautiful day of harmony and collective connecting: Open Doors Day. They sure got it, their open doors day, they sure got it. Serves them right. Serves them damn right.
peace - out!

My partner and I just did the withdrawal method for almost 7 months until I got pregnant.
FEB 26: My last, first day of period
MID APRIL -I skipped my March period -I didn't worry for the month of March when I didn't get my period because it was common for me to miss my period for a month. -My period is irregular ever since (50+ days cycle) -In a year, I usually have 2 months that I skip my period -I felt paranoid still since April is about to end and I don't have my period yet so, and looked for pregnancy symptoms -I also searched for abortion options here in PH via reddit
APR 26: Urine test twice, both showed solid positive lines -I felt shocked cuz I thought I couldn't easily get pregnant because my period was so irregular -My symptoms were nauseous, loss of appetite, fatigue, hard nipples/painful breasts -Just weird because my weight dropped 1kg
APR 29: My partner and I went to the OB and got an ultrasound -I was 7w4d pregnant -At night, I order my pills via Women on Web (70 euros via credit card)
May 7: The pills arrived in my house. -For my symptoms, I don't feel nauseous anymore. -Still fatigued and always feel sleepy -Started to become constipated (I usually poop every morning), this time I skipped 2 mornings
May 10: Preparation -My parter picked me up in the evening -We bought supplies like pads, tissues/napkins, snacks, etc -checked in to a hotel
May 11: Start of my MA (9w2d) -11AM, took 1 Mife -no cramps, bleeding, or other discomforts -I was super emotional the entire day -Had an on and off feelings if this was really finally happening -I know there is no turning back because once I started taking a pill, the fetus might get deformities if I chose to continue carrying this
May 12: Start of the real deal - Abortion First Dose - 4 Miso -8AM, breakfast (2 eggs, corned beef, rice) -10AM, took 400mg Ibuprofen -11AM, first dose of Miso (4 pcs under my tongue) -Within 30 minutes, the pills fully dissolved -After 1 hr, I felt 5/10 painful cramps, chills, felt tired -After a few more minutes, 10/10 cramps, vomited a lot -Went to the toilet twice, felt like I peed out huge clots -I wasn't able to check the fetus or how big the clots were because it went straight into the toilet -Cramps subsided for a while -Chills came back, cramps started slowly again 10/10 -I don't know if what kind of discomfort is this, but whenever I inhale, I felt like there is something tingling throughout my chest to my limbs (it was not painful, but I knew it was not normal) -Then I vomited, and this weird sensation of my body was gons -Whenever I felt like blood is coming out, I rush to the toilet -Expelled more blood clots, but the previous ones felt bigger than this time -Vomitted again -Then I felt better, had my lunch (veggies, rice, buttered shrimp)
Second Dose - 2 Miso -1PM, took 400mg Ibuprofen -2PM, second dose of Miso (2 pcs under my tongue) -In 25 minutes while the pills were under my tongute, I felt extremely nauseous -I vomited a lot, including the 2 Miso that hadn't fully dissolved -Chills and cramps again 9/10 -Went to the toilet and expelled blood clots again, this time much smaller but a lot -Vomited again even when I just drank water, I vomited liquids -Felt better every after I vomit -I ate bread, crackers, and chocolates after because I was hungry
Third Dose - 2 Miso -4PM, took 400mg Ibuprofen -Within 15 mins ingesting the Ibuprofen, I vomited -I was worried if I just vomited the Ibuprofen -5PM, third dose of Miso (2 pcs under my tongue) -Ate chocolates, drank water and pocari sweat -Cramps 6/10 -Went to the toilet but I only bleed less than the previous ones -It just felt like a normal period -I fell like the painful process is done because I stopped vomiting and no painful cramps anymore -I decided not to take the 4th and 5th dose of Miso -Got the energy to go outside and ate dinner in a restaurant -A few minutes before my last bite, I felt weird in my body(that sensation whenever I inhale), felt nauseous -I told my partner that I couldn't finish my meal, and I want to go home cuz I felt like vomiting -We walked slowly to the car, he drove slowly -While driving back home, I had him stop the car, I vomited outside -Felt hungry going back home after, bought and ate ice cream -I was unsure already here if I should still continue my 4th and 5th dose, because WoW instructions said that mostly 2-3rd dose is okay for my situation -I emailed WoW if I could stop already, but they said, just to be sure just take the 4th and 5th dose
Fourth Dose - 2 Miso -9PM, fourth dose of Miso (2 pcs under my tongue) -I was 1 hr late for this dose (if by schedule, it should be 8pm but I was waiting for the email response of WoW) -I asked if it's okay to take it an hour late, but they didn't reply to this particular question -I just took the 4th pills anyway, I didn't take Ibuprofen anymore -2/10 cramps, super tolerable, not a discomfort -ate more bread and snacks, drank water -little bleeding only, no blood clots -no vomiting -took a nap and just placed an alarm for my 5th dose
Fifth Dose - 2 Miso -12AM, fifth dose of Miso (2 pcs under my tongue) -1/10 cramps -no vomiting -just worn my maternity pads, didn't bleed clots anymore -slept comfortably
May 13: Time to go home -I was happy in the morning because there was no pain anymore -The pain was finally over -But on our drive way back home, I cried -I was still emotional and apologised to my partner that I decided to push through with the abortion -He actually wants to have the baby, but he told me that whatever his decision is, it will still be up to me since this is my body -I am sad to be honest because a part of me wants to have this baby but the circumstance is just not favorable -I know I want to have a baby again in the future and this time I will be more prepared and accepting
Now, while I still absorb this happening, I am worrying if I did all the process right. I wasn't able to check the embryo/sac/fetus in the toilet. I can't tell if my pregnancy symptoms were gone, because a week before I started the MA, my mild symptoms were gone already and I didn't feel pregnant at all.
I just have to wait for 3-4 weeks to have a urine test.
I am planning to get an ultrasound in 2 weeks, but I don't know how to tell the OB. If I said I think I had a miscarriage, I wonder how they would respond and I might get a hot seat or what. Maybe I am just an overthinker.

Probably more common for women since we are sitting down each time… but the past few months I’ve noticed each time I go to pee, I poop a little. Usually soft blobs but depends on what kind of day I’m having if it’s more diarrhea or hard pebbles.
My health anxiety is getting to me and I’m wondering is this is normal with IBS.
Update: I messaged my primary doctor about this and he just wants me to increase fiber and take Benefiber. Let him know if it doesn’t improve. So apparently he’s not super concerned!

So I'm a veteran recently diagnosed with PTSD. My ex-wife is a veteran diagnosed with PTSD/MST. Her trauma occurred before we met. It was horrible and she never shared it with me. I was hooked from the moment she transferred to my platoon. We quickly began an affair for the ages. Hot, steamy, carnal like you wouldn't believe. Wasn't uncommon for us to have sex 5-6 times a day on work days. After maybe close to a year she asked me to marry her. I was still a kid myself as she was 5.5 yrs older with a little boy. But I said yes. Soon she was pregnant, and that was when things began to change. As hot as she was she was far more experienced than i was, quick tempered, and very skillfully manipulated her environment. I started picking up on suttle things but once we were engaged and she was pregnant it was like a light switch and alm kinds of crazy started to emerge. Her sexual appetite was almost exhausting too. I was 19 and was burning the candles at both ends trying to keep up. But, she pushed the envelope professionally, didn't necessarily get along with other women although she was desperate to. She was beautiful and sexy and I felt she intimidated a lot of girls. Guys flocked to her and this was another complication. But then she got in trouble. I found out she was moved to our unit due to disciplinary issues and she found herself in trouble again. While pregnant she was charged with assault. I didn't think she really dis anything wrong as I was the sole witness but they prosecuted her anyway and kicked her out. But prior to that she became intoxicated and attempted suicide. Loosely but still counted. She was admitted to a psych facility for 72hrs very pregnant. During our courtship she would drink, and smoke pot occasionally. I didn't approve but she had a fuck it attitude. She never failed a test though, but it became concerning to me. In order to keep government quarters we had to be married so it rushed our marriage. She blamed me for her being kicked out too. While she was in the hospital I learned of her sexual assault by her team leader. She later told me she had been assaulted by multiple men. Instead of charging anyone they transferred her to my unit. We were MPs. Imagine what she must have gone through. No justice, called a trouble maker and shipped off to another unit where she would be sexually harassed by ANOTHER team leader. I was there and I knew this man's proclivity.we reported him together only to be threatened by the LT. While defending her to my leadership, hers, the battalion leadership and even brigade I became a target to my command as they disnt like being dragged into her shit. Looking back it was a losses cause but I felt she was being railroaded and I believed in truth and justice and morals and integrity. I THOUGHT these senior NCOs and Officers did too. After her discharge she snapped. She abused alcohol, drugs, verbally and physically abused me, our children, was always volatile, suspicious, driving drunk, accusing me of cheating, etc. After six months without a job we became financially destitute. I couldn't even out gas in the car. She didnt leave the house hardly, always angry, and our marriage was imploding. She disnt even give our daughter my last name! We fought in the hospital over it! It was terrible. I was stressed. She started making my life hell and interfering with my career. I came home to my quarter to find her smoking pot...on base! I was on duty as a military investigator! I could smell it outside! It's like she was trying to destroy me too. One day I came home and she informed me she was working at a strip club! She began drinking a mnd doing drugs. Sometimes she didnt come home. One day we got into an argument and she wouldnt let me leave. I left to smoke a cigarette and called the MPs. When they arrived and she opened the door she had given herself a black eye. I was arrested. I was stripped of my rank, remanded to the barracks, removed from investigations, etc. I filed for divorce. I was ordered to stay away from my home and remanded to the barracks. She started having parties, men in my house, keeping my daughter from me, started stripping, was continually drinking and getting high, not cleaning the house or cutting the lawn. I got chewed out by my 1SG and housing SGM for 4 ft high grass! Ordered to clean it up. When I went there with a witness the house was destroyed. Ani.al poop everywhere, moldy dishes everywhere, dirty laundry everywhere. A cat tied in my babies crib! It was so bad I asked the SGM to evict her which he did. She took both cars leaving me with no transportation. When I took one back she sent someone on base to take it back while she was out of state. It was a constant nightmare. She was getting me in trouble left and right. Eventually I practically had a nervous breakdown. My career was ruined, I had leaders threatening me every day to separate me, I lost all my rank, was on permanent CQ duty, not even allowed to urinate without permission. You read that right. I was going through all this and recovering from major knee surgery. After 5 weeks my CPT cancelled my rehab. My mom came out for a month to help me because no one in my unit would help. Mo one would talk to me for fear of the 1SG and CPT. They whispered their support a d apologies to me when they could. I eventually lost it when the 1SG demanded I have my room inspection ready while on crutches in a knee immobilizer. He threatened me again and I called him on it. 6 months later I was separated. I was not in combat but the PTSD my ex suffered I suffered but I didn't know at the time what she was going through. I just thought she was nuts. I guess in a way she was. Today she is service connected 100%. Tosay I am diagnosed with PTSD from what I went through and what she put me through. Can a soldier develop PTSD from dealing with the PTSD of their military spouse? I think I did and the VA says I did. But I'm not service connected. I. Pursuing a claim at the moment among other injuries sustained in service and secondary conditions as well. Have any of my fellow veterans developed PTSD from a fellow military spouse's PTSD amongst your own experiences and if so what were those experiences? What did you contend with from your spouse and how did you handle it? How did it contribute to your PTSD then and today? Are you service connected due to secondary PTSD from your military spouse? Thanks for reading my long winded experience.

On Sunday April 7, I (20) FTM gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. And in all honesty I loved my pregnancy. I also can’t believe she’s a Month old. Time has gone by fast and I am very sentimental about it.
Throu the month of March my bf and I had been planning for our baby shower at our house which happened on Saturday April 6. It was Unicorn Theme. Maybe a day prior I started to feel pressure on my belly and feeling as of tightens. I blow it off thinking it was nothing. Since it was lil to no pain. Well the morning of the baby shower, I started to feel light cramping. Again I blow it off bcuz I really wanted my shower to happen and MIL and I were already starting to prep and cook the food. I started to tell her and my bf how I felt but since I wasn’t really making a big deal we all thought it was Braxton Hicks so the day went on. (Mind you I had been joking for a month “imagine if my water breaks at the party”) Well the party had started and I subconsciously blew off my pain bcuz I guess my mind was with party and filled with enjoyment. But it did get progressively worse. The majority of our family left around 9pm and his and my friends had stayed. 2 of my friends were with me in my room and THATS WHEN I STARTED TO FEEL THE PAIN AND PRESSURE. I felt my body needing to push so I started to time my contractions. There were 6 going on 5 mins apart.
TELL ME WHY I DIDNT PUT 2 & 2 together that I was sayyyy maybe in labor. anywho I told my friend to call my bf inside bcuz my stomach and back is hurting more and more. He says bye to his friends and my friends left as well. My bf asked if I wanted to go to the hospital and me being the stubborn person said no I’m fine let’s see how I feel in the morning. So we go off to bed. I could not fall asleep. I was woken every 5-4mins by the contractions. Meanwhile I’m also waking up my bf to massage my back. 3am rolls around and he got fed up and told me “I don’t care I’m taking you to the hospital what’s the worse thing that can happen?? The drs telling you that it’s false labor??” We go hauling ass to the hospital. We thought that Women Center was connected to the main hospital butttttt it was across the street and we instead enter in Trauma. The lady that was registering patients asked me what am I in for and I told her I’m having contractions I’m 37 weeks pregnant. And she immediately called a nurse there and took me to trauma. The nurses had asked what made us come here. “We didn’t know where to go” so they then wired me up. I WAS 6cm DILATED. Oh I was having this baby today!!!!! They called the ambulance and took me to L&D. I ended up wanting the epidural. This part is where I hated about my labor. The anesthesiologist came in and for one kicked my bf out of the room and told me to sit at the edge of the bed with my arms up holding the nurse’s shoulders and head down. No one tells you how painful that piece of shit needle is as it went in. It hurt so bad that I picked up my head. The Dr told me not to move so we did it again. I twitched and the Dr got frustrated. Telling me “do you want it or not because there are other women needing more than you” that made me cry and I started to continuously apologizing and saying I couldn’t do this. My nurse was wiping away my tears and trying to tell me and gain confidence that I can do this. She even tried her to keep me from moving. Dr ended up taping me up and say “ I guess that will do let’s see if it works” with such a rude tone. But oh that epidural did work. Body went numb within 5mins. Bf comes back in and told him everything. The nurse also broke my water. An hour and half (6am) passes and I was already at 9cm. But the baby hadn’t gone down yet. Around 8-9am the baby started to crown. The nurse had been checking up on every 45mins. She did tell me if I felt like pooping to let her know. Well I was already at 10cm it was just the matter of need to poop feeling. So I called the nurse and she came in with 2others and they said “yup let’s prep her the baby already descended. Call the dr” and I pushed twice and the baby started to slip down fast like a slug. I waited 30mins for the dr to come. It was go time. With my bf by my side telling me I got this helped me a lot. And within 5 pushes at 11am my babygirl was born. She cried and opened her eyes immediately. My world has changed forever.
Weighing 6lbs 15oz 19 1/2 inches long I had minor bleeding and minor stitching. My bf was able to cut the umbilical cord. We both were in tears. The most happiest moments of our lives. I appreciate the nurse and staff for being for helpful and kind while being there. I only stayed for a day but didn’t get discharge til 11pm Monday. Bcuz my dr is a well known Dr that has multiple clinics so he’s always late as the nurses put it. My baby passed all her test. She’s a healthy baby. Shiiii she discharged before I was lol.
Ever since we got home I’ve been enjoying motherhood. The sleepless is so worth it at the end of day. Thank you everyone who read this far. I do tend to go into detail when I tell a story sooo sorry for it being long. Just wanted to share my birth story. Can’t believe this is my first Mother’s Day. And I got to spend it with the family I love

Hey, it’s me Bear poop guy here to elaborate more on what i was saying for those who care.
First off fuck you wubby, for saying I didn't come with much info. I coulda yapped with you about random bear shit for hours but you said two minutes so i got to the gist of my point for you quickly. (jkjk I've always wanted to be on a call with the green man himself thanks a ton for having me on <3)
Bears:
Generally bears stay away from people, especially the bears that are truly terrifying (the brown ones). Black bears are more comfortable around people inhabited areas like mountain neighborhoods but even still they don't want to interact with a person. They want to rummage through trash and are usually easily scared off with loud noise.
Encounter with a black bear:
if you encounter a black bear make yourself look really big and scary. Raise your arms, beat your chest, go monkey mode and it will most likely fuck off. If it doesn't, and it charges you (likely because it had cubs or it was starving enough to think you were prey) fight like hell or put your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye. This same general rule of “make yourself scary” goes for any small predator like mountain lions. To smaller predators you want to make yourself look like you’re too much work to kill. Make it look like they'd burn more calories killing you than they'd gain from eating you.
Encounters with Brown bears:
If you encounter a brown bear as in you see it and it sees you, do not turn your back to it but slowly and quietly back away until you cannot see the animal. Bears are territorial, so it's super important to make it obvious to the animal that you are not a threat. If a brown bear senses another threat in its territory it will kill that threat to reduce competition for resources. So if you know you're in an area with bears camping or hiking or whatever you need to know the signs and prevention methods!
Bear signs and prevention tips:
-Always hang food bags up on a high sturdy branch far away from the trunk of the tree
-dont leave anything out, throw all food waste in smell proof bags and containers
-know what bear shit and footprints look like
-bear mace is a thing. Only to be used on a bear that you've somehow gotten close to. DO NOT use bear spray or shoot at a bear from a distance, that may entice it to attack.
-carry a really big bear killing/scaring gun. Your last resort to fend off a charging bear is shooting to kill it (either you hit it and it drops, you hit it and it runs away, you miss it but scare it, miss it and it eats you alive for hours but hey you tried)
-Bear “proof” containers exist which is more about carrying your gear in a way that conceals its scent not about having an indestructible container. Use those.
-if you tried backing away and the bear starts moving close to quickly and you don't have mace or a gun turn tail and run as fast as you fucking can. It's faster than you, but maybe it's charging to make you run away so if you get far enough from it fast enough it might fuck off.
Bear or Dude in the woods?:
Ultimately it makes sense why most women choose the bear but it's a super cool thought provoking question. My partner and i have come to the conclusion that most peoples’ heads jump straight to, “ok so what would a man do to me vs what would a bear do to me.” With there being no shortage of absolutely HORRIFYING male on female violent crimes, a woman might think something like “the worst a bear COULD do is kill me (but it'll prolly leave me alone if I do too) the worst a man COULD do to me is unspeakable, so I'll take my chances with the bear.” Men might think something along the lines of, “obviously a bear would end me, so if I'm in the woods with an evil man I'll take my chances with the evil man.” I think men and women fundamentally approach the question differently due to the vastly dofferent experiences men and women respectively have in the world.
i guess that's all I'll say about bears unless anybody wants to trade bear facts in the comments. I really loved getting to be on a call and Yap. Sorry i couldn't include all of this in TWO FUCKING MINUTES. Next time have me on for an hour long segment if you expect more than a bear shit story. But hey if you ever need me to KILL your viewership numbers again I'll come back on with a cougar footprint story or some shit. Thanks again wubby7 <3

Hey everyone, I don’t frequent this sub or anything, but I wanted to share this with you all and I hope it helps someone!
My dad was a nurse for about 30 years before he retired, and when he finally did enjoyed about a year of it before he started getting RLS.
Nothing the doc did helped him, or could really explain it, but he did cure it himself in about two or so weeks. He says it was his cure!
I told him he should share how he did it on the internet, and he said he didn’t really know how, so I’m gonna try his treatment, which may not work for everyone, it in hopes that someone else out there maybe finds some help.
First I wanna say, again, he was a nurse and helped patients who couldn’t help themselves, and worked in the field for a long time.
In researching how some women were getting it, in pregnancy, or around their period, he was thinking that it could have something to do with pelvic nerve impact. He also remembered that when he was taking care of patients with epilepsy, back in the day, there would be some that could actually get seizures triggers by having really bad constipation, and basically impacted colons.
He said doctors actually told him to check that with patients, and a lot of times once the impact was cleared and removed, patients would stop higher frequency of them etc.
All this is to say, in his mind, he thought maybe nerves in his pelvic area or belly were being impacted by build ups in his colon or maybe he wasn’t pooping as often as he needed to; so he decided to do a test on himself.
He took milk of magnesia for two weeks (I know, it seems like a long time) but his idea was to make sure nothing was building up inside or getting too solid, and he noticed that it was lessening. His RLS was getting better, and by two weeks it completely left.
Edit: if he senses nerve impacts he will take a dose, which is rare after his initial two week treatment. He hasn’t really lost sleep because of it since.
I’m not saying this will work for everyone, but for him - he was convinced it was the pelvic nerve issue was one caused by build up in his colon, for others it could be a whole host of stuff. I just wanted to share it because I’ve never heard of a cure like this! And I was really happy for him.
Edit: his words “the idea is that even internal varicose veins, or period vascular congestion can cause it, so I thought maybe a full bowel could too. “ based on the epilepsy stuff he knew from being a nurse etc mentioned above. He thinks that maybe as nerve endings run down out of the base of the spine, to innervate the legs etc, they run by the colon, that they’re getting impacted etc
Edit on dosage: For dosage, he said just one dose a day, to start, as the idea is to keep the stool moving and not sit and back up. But people’s bodies are different, so adjust if needed etc.
He also adds lol “but pople have to stick with it.. if they try it for four days, not enough time. If they complain about too much diarrhea, they are just not being made miserable enough by the restless leg stuff. for those of us who really were , diarhhea was nothing to deal with”
I hope this helps someone!

I was super excited about the menstrual cup and did a bunch of research on it. Unfortunately when I tried it for the first time I found it pretty uncomfortable.
I got it inside very easily and also managed to get it to open (using punch down). I was on cloud nine since I thought that would be the hard part. When I got it to open it was only halfway in. I wanted to try removing it since I wanted to test getting it out when it was half hanging out of me. I guess a part of me was irrationally worried that I wouldn't be able to get it out once it got too high inside. I squeezed the bottom and tried to pull but it was painful. I got it out and tried a couple more times with some more folds (triangle, 7 fold, origami fold) but with not much more success. I was getting more and more stressed out with each try and gave up in about 5 tries.
my best guess for why I was feeling pain was maybe since when you fold and insert it, it is quite small but when I'm squeezing the bottom and removing its a lot larger. Note: I wasn't feeling any pain inserting it.
I really don't want to give up since I've seen so many beautiful stories of women finding their cups and loving them so I want to try again tomorrow. Please shower your advice on me, more experienced menstruaters :)
EDIT: I GOT IT TO WORK here's how I did it incase anyone who's had the same problem is reading
1: first, instead of pinching the bottom I slid a finger up and broke the seal by pressing against the side of it (near the top and not the bottom)
2: after I broke the seal I used my other hand to slowly drag it out (with my finger still pressing the cup to stop the seal from forming again also bearing down the way you would do when you poop.
3: once I got enough of it out I pinched the bottom and kinda refolded it back into a c fold shape (with my finger still at the top)

1. after this I could just take the cup out by wiggling it out and tipping one end out and then the other. ta da! you're done

if anyone thinks this is that helpful I'll make this into a separate post so more ppl will see.

I’m a 20 year old women, I have this fear of pooping my pants in public (not a joke) specifically related to the car. I don’t drive but my mom mainly drives me, we live together, with my boyfriend and our toddler. she drives me to go get groceries, shopping etc. This fear is ruining my life. like five times this year no matter how short the drive is I have to ask her to stop because I have to use the washroom and it feels urgent, because of this I have avoided going to my boyfriends family functions out of pure fear. It’s ruining my relationship with my boyfriend, and controlling my life I just want it to stop. I don’t know what to do. This is more of a rant I guess but I just feel so pathetic, useless, and utterly doomed. to add when I get into the car I start sweating, shaking, stomach hurts, and I’m overall just scared the whole entire time waiting to be home again.